A/N: Hiiiii again to all you lovely ladies and gents!

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Okay, that was random...

Aaaanywho, I am back with another fantastical (hopefully) chapter of ADLAADHH! And THAT is not a good acronym... I mean, try saying it out loud! Now try saying it five times fast!

SO, as you can probably tell by now, I am experiencing extreme phases of optimism and hyperness, so I will just say what I have to say and then let you read the chapter so you don't have to put up with me for too long. I think this chapter may be a little shorter than the last one, and less light-themed. Sorry, I've been kinda stuck lately, mostly thinking about one of my other stories (Living in a Daydream)... But, I figured it was time to get SOMETHING out here, whether it's short or long, light or dark.

First of all, I think a certain guest reviewer needs a special shout-out. Three cheers for MoldyNugget! (By the way, I love your guest-name-thing!) Your review was very kind, and it made my day!

Thanks to all the other reviewers as well. I should have sent out thank-you PMs to all of you by now, but let me know if I skipped you, because I really appreciate what you had to say! MoldyNugget, I would have sent out a PM to you, but you're a guest reviewer, sooo... sadly, I can't...

I would like to say thank you to AAAALLLL of you readers because we have reached... *drum-roll*

2,000 VIEWS! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! CONFETTIIIIIIII! *horn-party-noise-maker-blowy-thing*

Thank you thank you thank you for all of your support! It is proven because even days and days after I last posted, meaning that you have been spreading word by putting this story or my account under your favorites list or something, and when people go to YOUR account they click on it to read it! Thanks so much for these actions, intentional or completely coincidental! Also, I know that Talon and maybe Tawny have been spreading word, because I think both of you know MoldyNugget and suggested looking at our shared account...? (Talon, Tawny, and MoldyNugget: correct me if I'm wrong, it may have been another guest reviewer on a different story that you knew...)

Sorry this author's note is so long (468 words) :P To make up for it, I won't put one at the end...

So, once you're all done partying *pauses to take a sip of butterbeer and a bite of cake* I welcome you to read chapter thirteen of Dark Lord/Hero! (Maybe that abbreviation is good... I know ADLAADHH certainly isn't...) I hope you enjoy, and maybe leave a review!

"Where is Harry Potter?"

"I- I don't know!"

"CRUCIO!"

Screams filled the dimly-lit dungeon.

"Let's try this again. Where is the boy hiding?"

"Please, please! I swear, I don't kno-"

"CRUCIO!"

After the screams died away, the man lay panting on the floor, looking up pleadingly. "Please... I swear, I have no clue where the boy is being kept!"

"You are an acquaintance of Albus Dumbledore. Surely you must know!"

"No, no, I'm not- I thought he was dead! I have not been in contact with him for months!"

"But you have been in contact with other people, have you not? You must at least know where some of the Order members are!"

"Please-"

"Let me handle this, Yaxley."

The man's eyes widened with fear as Lord Voldemort swept into the room.

"My Lord," Yaxley muttered, bowing quickly and scurrying to the side of the small room. Voldemort approached the man on the floor with disgust.

"You have a daughter, yes?"

The man froze. "No, no, I don't know what you're talking abou-"

"Crucio," Voldemort said with a lazy flick of his wand, watching as the man writhed with agony. When the spell wore off, he spoke again. "Do not lie to me. You have a daughter. Tell me, what is her name?"

Voldemort began to twist his wand between his fingers very visibly, and the man gulped, shuddering at the thought of more torture.

"Her name," he whispered hoarsely, his eyes tightly shut, "is Luna."

The Dark Lord smiled, making the man shiver more.

"Don't hurt her!" he begged. "Please..."

"Oh, don't worry. You have nothing to fear..." His grin widened. "...if you have nothing to hide. You wouldn't want your precious Luna to suddenly go missing, now, would you, Lovegood?" The man shrunk back, cowering in fear. "I wouldn't think so. It is the Light side's greatest weakness, love. Someday, it will be your downfall.

"If you give me the information on the Order's whereabouts, I can guarantee you and Luna's safety for one attack. Or, we could just kill both of you now... After all, you will both simply be more steps closer to the Light side's loss of wizards, and their eventual downfall.

"Now. Are you going to give me information?"

Realizing that he had no other choice, Lovegood began to speak, his voice weak and quavering.

"There is to be a wedding..."

"Go on."

"Fleur," Hermione said, her nose wrinkled up in disgust. "Can you believe it?"

"He could have had better taste than Phlegm," Ginny snorted.

"I feel so... happy!" Harry suddenly exclaimed.

The two girls looked at him as though he had five heads.

"You're... happy that Bill got engaged to that snob?" Ginny asked him, completely bewildered.

"No, I-" he doubled over with a shout, clutching his forehead. Waves of elation came over him, and a high, cold laugh escaped his lips.

"Harry?" Hermione asked urgently, jumping to her feet. "HARRY!"

He saw a flash of red, and the next minute the door was bursting open. He squinted up through watery eyes to see the worried faces of Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley peering down at him. Something cool was pressed against his forehead. He welcomed the cool sensation, and leaned back so his head was on the ground. He closed his eyes until the pain receded.

When Mrs. Weasley saw that his eyes were open again, she immediately said, "Are you alright, Harry? Is your scar still hurting? Do you need to lie down or anything?"

"N-no, Mrs. Weasley. I'm... I'm fine, really..."

But Mrs. Weasley would have none of it. "No, come, dear boy. Here, sit on the bed..." She helped him up and led him to the nearest bed in the room, which happened to be Ginny's. As soon as he sat down, she rushed over and took a seat next to him, her arm gently touching his shoulder. Hermione and Ron watched him anxiously from nearby.

"I'm fine now, guys," he told them. "Really, the pain's gone. It was only for a few seconds."

Mrs. Weasley looked doubtful, but she moved towards the door. "Alright, if you say so. But if anything else happens, come and find me straightaway."

Once she left, Hermione instantly attacked him. "Harry, did you see anything?"

"I-"

"You can't keep letting him in!"

"But Hermione, I-"

"You need to begin practicing Occlumency again!"

"Let him breathe, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.

"Ron's right, Hermione," Ginny said quietly. "Calm down."

Hermione took a deep breath, and Harry took the opportunity to get a word in. "What exactly just happened? I couldn't tell because, you know, I felt like my bloody head was on fire..."

Hermione shot him a nervous glance and explained. "Well, you said you were feeling very happy, which you know, and then you just collapsed, shouting and grabbing your forehead and all that. So Ginny went to go and get Mrs. Weasley, who was working in the kitchen with Ron, Bill, and Fleur. She conjured ice and put it on your forehead, and then you were okay..."

"You said you were happy?" Ron asked, bewildered. "About what?"

"Well, it was obviously You-Know-Who, wasn't it?" Hermione said. "He must be positively elated about something." Then, she looked at Ginny with a peculiar expression, and added, "Did you tell your mum about... you know...?"

"No," Ginny assured her, looking at Harry quickly with the same expression on her face.

"What?" Harry asked fiercely, glaring at the two girls. "What did you leave out?"

At a nod from Ginny, Hermione said, "Well... after you collapsed, you sort of started to laugh... Except it wasn't really your laugh. I'd never heard the laugh before, so I think it was probably You-Know-Who... Harry, I really think you should tell Dumbledore about this!"

"No, Hermione," he said quickly. He didn't know why he was holding back from telling Dumbledore, but he pressed on. "Stuff like that's happened to me before, anyway."

"It has?" she asked, sounding frantic.

"A couple times," he murmured. "It's not anything too bad..."

"Well, look back on those times, Harry! Did anything really bad ever happen shortly after this happened?"

With her sharp gaze burning into him, he knew it was no use lying. "Yeah," he admitted, avoiding her gaze. "Every time. But, hey, there's always an exception!"

"This is serious, Harry! You can't take that risk!"

"I have to agree with Hermione on this one," Ginny told him, and Ron nodded.

"Harry, write a letter to him the first chance you get," Hermione begged him. "Please."

Harry sighed. "Fine," he lied. "I'll do it when I can."

Something in their gazes told him that they weren't convinced.